Not much help
All these thoughts caused Lindsey to panic. “Maybe we should call the police again,” she suggested. Her eyes darted around the room, half expecting the thief to appear. Flint and Carl shook their heads as they reassured her. They felt confident they could handle this independently, pointing out that the police hadn’t been much help. This was their problem, and their knowledge of the bunker would give them the edge. Or so they thought.
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